
Jordan was in camo, not sure exactly what she defined her costume as, but she wore all her step-dads camo and had him paint her face.

...my lifes become a wreck of wrecks all crashing into eachother on the journey to becoming perfectly shattered...
We all sat around all day watching a Halloween movie marathon, from Halloween 1 all the way up to Freddy vs Jason. Ohhh so much fun! I think the highlight of my day was when I made a trip up to Walmart to get candy which we had procrastinated on buying. I swear it is ridiculous the price of candy around Halloween! Spent $25 on candy, but ended up with a bunch of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups left over. Which actually saddens me as I will be tempted to eat them. So anyway I will post pics later! Hope you all had more fun than I did.
On another note, here is my ONEWORD submission for the word cover...
my eyes are open to the starkness that lies about yours. they see what is frightening you before you do and aren't attempting to run, they will face what comes with you and only sometimes cover themselves
1. Once while I was taking a bath my roommate busted in to use the restroom. As I sat their reading my book and enjoying the hot bubbly water, I forget I have company until I hear "Oh My God! So much shit just fell out of my ass!" that accompanied by a gawd awful smell. I learned to lock the door when a bathe.
2. While trying to push start my friends car, I accidentally got my duster (long jacket) stuck in the door. When he gave it gas and started to drive down his gravel driveway, he ended up dragging me down to the bottom of the hill. At the bottom of the hill the jackass finally looked in his side mirror and got out to help me up. It took a week to get all the grit and tiny rocks out from under my skin.
3. One summer while I was staying down at my Grandma's she took me and my sister to the public pool to cool off. We had been swimming for a while when I had an itch on my back I asked my sister to scratch. She obliged far more readily than I expected as she enjoyed tormenting me. It was about ten minutes later that I realized she had untied my suit and I was flashing my pre-pubescent tata's at the entire pool. When gramma found out about it she made my sister sit home with Grandpa watching Jeopardy re-runs for the rest of the week.
So which do you think really happened?
Good night my pretties, until tomorrow.
What makes all of it worse is that I did get into a bit of trouble when I was younger and I worked my ass off since to make up for it and to turn my life around. And that Bitch and her cronies has screwed all that work and effort up. It makes a person wonder why in the hell they should try. It's a whole lot of work to pick yourself up just to end up on your ass again.
So now I am going to write some nice letters to all of their funding agents. That will make me feel better. That agency has gone down the toilet over the past year she has been the Director and the sad thing is all of the people they are supposed to be helping aren't getting the help they should because she isn't doing her job properly.
Screw HER!
I'll get over it just as soon as she gets hers. I am a vindictive Bitch after all, at least that is what my friends tell me. It just doesn't feel right to let them get away with trying to steamroll us just because they think they can.
So I got turned down by another attorney today. Well I suppose turned down is not the right word. They would happily look into the case for me if only I give them large amounts of cash first. What ever happened to a free consult? So that's one more closed door to add to the list. It seems like that leaves very few doors left open.
Life isn't offering up anything worth wasting any wit on. I am BORED. What's worse is that though I am sure there is something I can do about it, it hasn't occurred to me yet. So here I sit pissed off at myself because I am not being more creative. Urrg. Hmmph and Blech! I dunno. So I am quieter than usual. A little less ranty. A tad more withdrawn.
Doesn't make me any less oppinionated. It's just that there seems like there is less to have a particular opinion about.
On a another note; I find myself flipping back and forth between Court TV and the Food Network, trying to find some drivel to watch that strikes my fancy. Alton Brown Is interesting. Iron Chef is addicting. Rachel Ray on 30 minute meals cracks herself up which in turn humors me. And Court TV is always a source of fascination and interestfor more than one reason. One: It baffles me how blind humans can be by nature (only a select few of course) to think that they can get away with some crimes. and Two: Crimenology is always an abundent well for a writer to pull from. If only I was writing more. Blah Blah.
Bought Dawn of the Dead yesterday so I think I am gonna go watch it. I am a horror movie junkie. Too bad they don't make many good ones anymore. Ta!
trail of petals
The woman stood silently dropping pale yellow rose petals. One by one the petals fluttered onto the sand of the beach. Each soft petal holding hands with a salty tear as it fell. Slowly and gracefully the woman took a step, and another, making her way along the shore. She ignored the wind as it took hold of the satiny tendrils of her raven hair, creating a fury of fire about her head. She ignored the searing sun as it scorched her porcelain skin. She ignored the spray of the tide as it danced in midair. She ignored the calls of seagulls beckoning to be heard. Each step left a petal in it's place. She ignored the world around her. Only felt the emotions coursing through her body and ripping through her soul. The petals began to dance with the sea as she carried herself into the water. With each step submerging her feelings in ice. She could not walk far enough to drown her heartache. All the woman left was a trail of petals leading the tired into the salvation of the sea.
7-12-97 jlm
Soup
Who was the last person you hugged?
My niece Raina
Salad
What do you like to order from your favorite fast food place?
I am on a Carl's Junior onion ring kick right now, I usually hate onions though so It doesn't make sense. I also like to order the taco omlette at the Koffee Kup.
Main Course
What time of day do you usually feel most energized?
Probably 10-11 PM, which is why I find it so difficult to fall asleep at night.
Dessert
Using the letters in your first name, write a sentence. (Example: Sweet unusual spaniels are nice.)
Jump every six steps in circling arcs.
Anyway, all that sitting on my ass at least enabled me to read a really good book from front to back. I will post pictures of the various views I had while sitting in the car waiting between Springfield and Salem. But right now I tuckered out. g-night.
tomorrow will be a long day of me sitting in my car. My sister E graduates from beauty school tomorrow at exactly 11:15 am. So I am taking her tomorrow so I can be there when it becomes official and then race her up to Salem so she can take her boards. She is very excited. I think the whole family will sigh a collective sigh of relief when she passes that test. We all wondered if she would make it this time as she had to stop attending school twice for different reasons before she finally got it done. Then she turns around and starts with appointments at the salon on Saturday.
So I will sit most of the day in the car either driving or waiting. FUN!
Anyway found out these tidbits about myself and thought I'd share. I don't know if that is a good IQ or not, and I plan to retake the test later because I kept getting interrupted and see if the score is about the same or not. Anyway:
Disorder | Rating |
Paranoid: | Moderate |
Schizoid: | Low |
Schizotypal: | Moderate |
Antisocial: | Low |
Borderline: | Moderate |
Histrionic: | High |
Narcissistic: | High |
Avoidant: | Very High |
Dependent: | High |
Obsessive-Compulsive: | Low |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- |
Congratulations, Jessica!
Your IQ score is 132
This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.
Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.
We are good at acting stupid I might add. Anyway we take the car up Razor Road, which is a windy road about 15 minutes out of town that goes up hill for about 5 miles. Once we get to the top of the hill and spin cookies a little and get the rental car good and dirty. That is what bored people do around here. At least when they don't have any adult beverages.
So we get bored with muddin and decided to head back into town. M decided that since there didn't seem to be much in the way of traffic up the hill she wanted to ride down on the roof of the car. So she climbed up and we started slowly down the hill. Very slowly. So it took three times as long as usual to travel one mile.
After a little while we are chattin in the car, E in the front and BB and myself in the backseat. E and I get into a storytellin session and BB keeps giggling next to me. I asked him what was so funny, he says oh nothin He can be weird so I figure he is probably just getting the joke someone told a couple hours ago or something. And go back to gabbin with E.
We speed up little by little as we go until eventually we are going the normal speed off of the hill and probably a little faster since it was so dead and there was no one coming up the hill.
BB keeps giggling and E and I keep chatting. As we approach the stop sign at the bottom of the hill E and I suddenly remember our external passenger at the very last moment and E slams on the brakes...HARD.
We hear a thud thud thud across the top of the roof and M's legs appear on the windshield. After the dust settles and a couple more moments of silence we hear M say Whoa, and then a couple more silent seconds and she continues...like a rollercoaster...and B breaks out in a full on belly laugh. (seems he hadn't forgot about her like E and I had and he thought it was pretty funny that we had)
M climbs down real slow and shows us her hands which had these long rectangular indentations on them from her holding on to the luggage rack so tightly. The marks finally disappeared about a week later and about a year later she mentioned doing it again but no one had a car with a rack on it.
B giggled all the way home. Of course knowing him he was probably stoned. So much fun and stupidity. I wonder if we hadn't remembered her how long she could have hung on. Heh, I can still picture her sitting up the like granny on Nat'l Lampoons. :)
By the way I am working on those picture meme requests guys I will try to get them up tomorrow. Ta~
We hadn't lived there but for maybe two weeks when we decided to have a housewarming party. I had mentioned to M that I planned to make a beer bong (some people call these beer funnels) for the party because I hate the taste of beer and found that beer bonging was the only way I could stand to drink the stuff. (since it is down the gullet before you can taste it) Anyway M had never done this before and said she wanted to practice so she didn't look stupid when she tried it at the party.
So I went and bought a big funnel and tube at the auto parts store, and then we went and bought everything alse for the party. (i.e. BEER and more BEER) And when E and I get back M is standing there with a 3 liter of Black Cherry Soda pop. I wasn't sure what she was thinking so I told her no I had Sprite to pour through the tube to take away the rubbery taste. She laughed and said no she bought the soda to practice with. (I think in my head, eww, beer bonging black cherry pop...ick) I said OK if thats what you wanna do, but noted that Black Cherry pop is extra fizzy, she looked at me as if she had no clue what I meant, so I just shook my head and went about making the bong.
So I get it make and de-rubber tasted and show M how it is done, I did it with a beer mind you. Also while I was putting the bong together she was standing there drinking a big glass of milk. So I hand it to her and she demonstrates how it is done, sans any liquid. I tell her it looks like she has it and I help her to load the funnel up with the soda, I tell her that I will help her and lift the funnel up so she can concentrate on swallowing. She says OK. She gets down a couple gulps and then I am suddenly covered with Sadoa pop. Bright red soda pop. I looked like someone had murdered me especially since I was wearing a white top. Of course E was standing there also trying to help and she got soaked as well. So this continues over about 15 minutes until the bottle was empty. She got a little more down each time, but the kitchen and E and myself were covered with sticky black cherry pop everytime she couldn't get it all down. Somehow she managed to avoid getting a single drop on herself.
So we clean up the kitchen and E sprints for the first shower and M says she is feeling quesy and goes to lay on the couch. I decide to wait for my turn in the shower in my room, so I could at least take off my sticky clothes. I strip the clothes off and climb under the covers cuz it's cold and start to doze. A few minutes later I am laying in bed and this is what I hear, (Oh the bathroom is across the hall from my bedroom)
The bathroom door slams open and I hear the following:
E: Hey I am in the shower!
M: Blauauugh (puking sounds)
E: Eeeew!
M: Blauauugh
E: Are you OK?
M: Eeeew...
E: Oh my...
M: Heh Heh, Jess come see this!
So I grab my robe and go into the bathroom, E is hanging half in and half out of the shower with a disgusted look on her face and there is red throw-up cherry pop everywhere. M is still kneeling in front of the toilet, still without any red on her, looking into the basin, which was also practically pristine. E chimes in and says she had her whole head in there and somehow it still ended up everywhere but in the toilet or on her. M just sat there laughing, until we told her that, unlike the kitchen, her happy ass was cleaning this mess on her own.
Later that night when everyone showed up and I broke out the beer bong, M wouldn't come anywhere near it. When we moved out of the apartment we still found splashes of red in places that seemed way out of place, like the hallway cieling or behind the closet door.
Don't think she's looked at a beer bong the same way since. Good Times. ;)
Then the tape goes on to another bit a month or so later and I wasn't there, It was just my Gma and Gpa and three of their sons and their wives and such. Anyway my Uncle sat and recorded my Gma and Gpa telling stories about their kids when they were little. Like when Uncle T fell in the outhouse (ewwww). It was nice just to watch my Grandparents sit there and tell stories, even if I couldn't hear everything they said thanks to Uncle A. laughen his ass off in the background.
Then it skipped forward again to when we all got together to help paint gma and gpa's house on sweetlane before they moved in. In the background you can hear Taylor Dayne blasting in the background and the kids all playing out in the front yard. Lots of closeups of Gramma.
And the final stop on the trip down memory lane is Easter on Sweetlane. My niece K was maybe 1 and a half, and a complete ham. A lot of this part of the tape is me taking K around and my cousin Kev taking around my little cousin Meg around the big back yard looking for eggs. There is one part where I go to pick up little K to race across the (wet) yard for an egg, and almost face surf across the grass, but being so graceful (hah!) I catch myself.
But the Easter part also has footage of two other family members that are now gone. My Grandpa P. who actually looked like he was having a grand old time. (he usually didn't seem to have a lot of fun) and my cousin C, who was killed in a car accident a few years ago.
It just makes me wish we used our cameras more to document all the great things we do together as a family, so we can remember them more vividly when we aren't all around anymore.
It makes me feel good about things to remember such things and have pictures to work along with my memories
Then I think of that jerk they had on Court TV today who killed the puppy and I wanna puke! They should have kicked that f***er till he died.
Than I wiggle my toes and remember that I am wearing my chenille socks and am able to find bliss again.
1. Pet peeves:
POP-UP Ads! Nuff said on that. People who sneeze without covering their mouths. Yucky gross. How in movies people wake up and start making out, as if they didn't have morning breath. Just really annoying. I was so happy when they addressed the issue in the movie Dreamcatcher .
2. Favorite sounds:
Purring, the sound (and smell) of a campfire, and a real belly laugh.
3. Favorite flavors of candy:
Symphony and Dove milk Chocolate. Strawberry Starbursts, buckeyes (a homemade peanut butter cream covered in chocolate).
4. Biggest Fears:
Being left alone with no family. Being unable to write. Being forgotten.
5. Biggest challenges:
keeping my mouth shut when I should. Not purchasing on impulse.
6. Favorite Department Stores:
I don't get to do much dept. store shopping, and when I do it is where the sale is. I am so very pathetic.
7. Most Used Words:
Shhnazay, Uck, and Wowsa (hee hee I don't know, I don't think there are a lot of words I say all the time.)
8. Favorite Pizza Toppings:
an Abby's Special with LOTS of extra cheese.
9. Favorite cartoon characters:
The monchhichis, Rogue of X-men, Ed, Edd, and Eddie, the angry beavers.
10. Movies recently watched:
Ok I watched Ginger Snaps Back last night while I tried to go to sleep. And I re watched the Day After Tomarrow.
11. Favorite Fruits:
watermelon, strawberries, mandarin Oranges
12. Favorite Vegetables:
peas, beets, CORN, Ah Hell all of 'em.
So jOjO said this to me:
You should seriously try to learn some new language... life becomes so interesting!
I have come to believe I am destined only to know a few basic words in a few various languages. All of which come in handy when I think I may be being cussed out, by someone who thinks I don't know what they are saying. Problem there is that half of the time I mistake a word I don't know for a word I do and accuse someone of saying F*&$ you (vete a la mierda) when they really said Luck to you (suerte a usted) which of course the two phrases sound nothing like eachother in Spanish.
Ok so on another note I heard from my attorney of choice today and she is all overloaded and whatnot so she gave me a referral that I will check out tomarrow. Wish me luck on that front, I need a good lawyer to make those psycho bastards admit what they did wrong.
So I bloghopped a bit, watched a bunch of unimpressive movies on TV and ate junk food, none of which tasted good, becuase I need to go grocery shopping but can't bring myself to go. Then sat on the back porch and watched the rain and played with the hamsters awhile.
I think that good rain brings out the best in me. I feel like I could jump out of my skin, and run about like a jack rabbit on a hot highway. hippity hop. Bouncing from thing to thing if only there was something to bounce to. I am in a good mood. But I am bored senseless.
I am watching Law & Order Criminal Intent and am drooling over Vincent D'Onofrio Wonder why I have such an older guy fetish of late. hmmmm maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am one horny smiley but it does seem that I am drawn to greying temples lately. Maybe I need a sugar daddy. Whaddya think?
And just cause they both just made me laugh:
Those new Jimmy Dean commercials crack me up. The ones that say things like: "We make our omlettes with eggs cuz thats how you make an omlette." I am not quite sure why they tickle me so much, but they do. And those beep beep boop credit card commercials. Anyway I obviously have nothing to blog about, so I am gonna go watch some tacky horror movie until I fall asleep. nighty nite.
I had no idea I was a horny smiley but now I do. Hmmmmm.
He turned out to be an extraordinary dick. I should have expected it though, he is in insurance after all. ;)
Soup
Name 3 things that are on your computer desk at home or work.
Well I have a computer desk but it has become a catch all that my computer only graces when I need to use the printer. (I use a laptop) I actually use one of those hospital tables so I can compute from my bed. It has my computer, my mouse, and my It's Happy Bunny mousepad on it. Oh and at the moment my cat.
Salad
On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how honest do you think you are?
I guess I think I am around 8. I try to be honest, but those little white lies creep up on you. Like when you don't want to go out and you have to "wash your hair." I can honestly say I have never hurt anyone with dishonesty. If anything I use those little white lies to avoid hurting someones feelings. I am sure they'd rather think me busy than think I just don't want to do something with them.
Main Course
If you could change the name of one city in the world, what would you rename it and why?
Um, I don't think I have ever had that desire, but let me think a minute, hmmmm, no, I still have no desire to rename a city.
Dessert
What stresses you out? What calms you down?
The whole joblessness thing, that could be the cause of some of my stress. Money, that too causes stress. Any time I am at odds with my family, super stress.
As far as what calms me down, well my pillow and a good book. Playing with my pets. And taking pictures. Drawing also, well most anything creative, beading, painting, crocheting. Oh and Blogging, that seems to help too.
I am the one she calls at two AM to tell about the kick ass book she is reading, or ask if I can remember that time we did something (usually something stupid) or if I just want to go on a middle of the night walk and gab session (we are both night owls). I am the one who she asks to read her poems that she won't show anyone else because they might think she is weird. I am the one who she bitches about her husband, kids, and job too.
But when she has a party, I am the one she doesn't call at all. Cuz at parties we have to have our "couple" friends. The friends who were really the husbands friends before they got married and who all got married at the same time and had kids together. The friends who in my opinion remind me of twisted clones of each other. Like the Borg you must assimilate to be cool. Which of course would never happen as I would never change just get in with a group of people whom I find pathetic in the first place.
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against people who are that way, just the ones that pretend to be, and then expect you to follow suit.
Ok enough about that.
So I made a couple calls today in an attempt to facilitate a negotiation between the former employers and myself. I hope to hear more about that by tomarrow. We'll see how it goes.
I got The Day After Tommarow today. I saw it when it was in the theaters. But now I can freeze frame on the Jake Gyllenhaal and Dennis Quaid closeups. Yes Dennis Quaid. He is hot. Like Sean Connery will always be hot. There is just somthing about them. Makes a girls heart go all pitter patter and what not.
I've decided to drive up to the cliffs this weekend and take some pictures of the view up there, you will be amazed at how beautiful it is up there. On the way back I am gonna snap off some shots of the Brice Creek Hiking trail. By the time I'm done you all will want to move to Oregon. ;)
Well the bubble bath calls, tata till tomarrow.
As an INFP, you are Intraverted, iNtuative, Feeling , Perceiving.
This makes your primary focus on Introverted Feeling with Extraverted Intuition.
This is defined as a NF personality, which is part of Carl Jung's Idealist (Identity Seeking) type, and more specifically the Healers or Idealist
As a weblogger, you have wonderful words to express your feelings because of your idealism. Because you don't like conflict, you may be likely to make one list of links and leave it for a long time without updating for fear of offending.
INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It's as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualitie s.
INFP children often exhibit this in a 'Calvin and Hobbes' fashion, switching from reality to fantasy and back again. With few exceptions, it is the NF child who readily develops imaginary playmates (as with Anne of Green Gables's "bookcase girlfriend"--h er own reflection) and whose stuffed animals come to life like the Velveteen Rabbit and the Skin Horse.
INFPs have the ability to see good in almost anyone or anything. Even for the most unlovable the INFP is wont to have pity.
Their extreme depth of feeling is often hidden, even from themselves, until circumstances evoke an impassioned response
Of course, not all of life is rosy, and INFPs are not exempt from the same disappointments and frustrations common to humanity. As INTPs tend to have a sense of failed competence, INFPs struggle with the issue of their own ethical perfection, e.g., perfo rmance of duty for the greater cause. An INFP friend describes the inner conflict as not good versus bad, but on a grand scale, Good vs. Evil. Luke Skywalker in Star Wars depicts this conflict in his struggle between the two sides of "The Force." Although the dark side must be reckoned with, the INFP believes that good ultimately triumphs.
Some INFPs have a gift for taking technical information and putting it into layman's terms. Brendan Kehoe's Zen and the Art of the Internet is one example of this "de-jargoning" talent in action.
The Idealist
As an INFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in primarily via your intuition.
INFPs, more than other iNtuitive Feeling types, are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives? They are idealists and perfectionists, who drive themselves hard in their quest for achieving the goals they have identified for themselves
INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP's value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life. The goal at the end of the path is always the same - the INFP is driven to help people and make the world a better place.
Generally thoughtful and considerate, INFPs are good listeners and put people at ease. Although they may be reserved in expressing emotion, they have a very deep well of caring and are genuinely interested in understanding people. This sincerity is sensed by others, making the INFP a valued friend and confidante. An INFP can be quite warm with people he or she knows well.
INFPs do not like conflict, and go to great lengths to avoid it. If they must face it, they will always approach it from the perspective of their feelings. In conflict situations, INFPs place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. They focus on the way that the conflict makes them feel, and indeed don't really care whether or not they're right. They don't want to feel badly. This trait sometimes makes them appear irrational and illogical in conflict situations. On the other hand, INFPs make very good mediators, and are typically good at solving other people's conflicts, because they intuitively understand people's perspectives and feelings, and genuinely want to help them.
INFPs are flexible and laid-back, until one of their values is violated. In the face of their value system being threatened, INFPs can become aggressive defenders, fighting passionately for their cause. When an INFP has adopted a project or job which they're interested in, it usually becomes a "cause" for them. Although they are not detail-oriented individuals, they will cover every possible detail with determination and vigor when working for their "cause".
When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things. They might go for long periods without noticing a stain on the carpet, but carefully and meticulously brush a speck of dust off of their project booklet.
INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don't understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it's not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.
INFPs have very high standards and are perfectionists. Consequently, they are usually hard on themselves, and don't give themselves enough credit. INFPs may have problems working on a project in a group, because their standards are likely to be higher than other members' of the group. In group situations, they may have a "control" problem. The INFP needs to work on balancing their high ideals with the requirements of every day living. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.
INFPs are usually talented writers. They may be awkard and uncomfortable with expressing themselves verbally, but have a wonderful ability to define and express what they're feeling on paper. INFPs also appear frequently in social service professions, such as counselling or teaching. They are at their best in situations where they're working towards the public good, and in which they don't need to use hard logic.
INFPs who function in their well-developed sides can accomplish great and wonderful things, which they will rarely give themselves credit for. Some of the great, humanistic catalysts in the world have been INFPs.